Although Hagrid didn't do a very authentic job of distributing dog food, but in reality, even in love, Hagrid still didn't drop the two light bulbs behind him - this is really not an easy thing, especially when Hagrid is still his first love, which is even more valuable.

As for Alan and Harry in the back - they really didn't know what to do except watch the melon eaters, did they show their shapes and run out and shout surprise?

Or rather, they appeared violently, stared at Hagrid, and came up with a string of words: "Hey, surprised, surprised, unhappy?"

What kind of international joke, even Hagrid's temper is good, it will explode, so they can't do anything but be quietly forced to feed a mouthful full of dog food.

Following in the footsteps of the two of them, they kept walking towards the Forbidden Forest, until they reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and then began to circle around the border of the Forbidden Forest.

"When we arrive, we'll see them right away. ”

Actually, there was no need for him to say it, because at this moment everyone had noticed that something was wrong in front of them - a few men shouted loudly in front of them, and a few flames lit up from time to time, followed by more roars and a magical glow that kept brightening.

As Hagrid carefully led Maxim around, Alan and Harry followed, and saw more than half a hundred wizards around them, and a group of dragons firmly surrounded by them.

Eight dragons were surrounded by them, locked in a thick-planked field, standing on their hind legs, roaring and snorting—flames erupting from their open, fanged mouths into the dark night sky, their necks held high, their mouths fifty feet above the ground.

Three silver-blue dragons with long fangs were angry and roaring at the wizards on the field, occasionally glancing at each other and greeting each other with their breaths, a green dragon with smooth scales was writhing and stomping desperately trying to tear the wizard in front of them into pieces, a red fire dragon with a circle of strange thin horns around its face, spraying mushroom-like fire clouds into the air, and finally a pair of black dragons who were affectionate to each other, but the scene was not beautiful at all— When they cross their necks, the spikes on their necks collide with each other, making a sharp sound similar to fingernails scratching a blackboard, and when the spikes hit the dragon scales, they will emit a sparkling fire, and it feels indestructible to look at.

Won't they reuse it?

It's not impossible for a dragon to be divided twice, as for such a waste?

Unfortunately, everyone present had something to do, and no one could hear Allen's complaints, nor would they know what Allen was thinking—they were busy tugging at the chains, desperately trying to subdue the four dragons, which connected the dragon's legs to the dragon's neck.

Luckily, Hagrid was big enough for the men to spot him while they were busy controlling the dragon.

"Stay there, Hagrid," shouted a wizard close to the fence, clutching the chain in his hand, "They breathe fire twenty feet away, you know! I saw this tree wasp spray forty feet!"

"It's beautiful!" said Hagrid, softly—in such a soft tone that Alan wondered if he was speaking to Madame Maxim he had brought with him, or to the dragon.

"It's useless!" exclaimed another wizard, "Say the Stuna Spell, count to three, and say it together!"

Each dragon trainer drew their wands, the tip of which was pointed at the dragon—the big ones suddenly felt uneasy, and the already struggled became even more violent, and some even loosened the chains they had been holding on to in the dragon's struggle.

Just as Eren was about to save someone, the spells prepared by the other wizards were activated

"Faint!" they shouted in unison—though they were deliberately confusing the syllables behind them, Eren could clearly feel the change in the spell.

Well, the way the mana is used seems to have changed, and the effect of using it is roughly to increase the strength of the spell by reducing the control of the spell?

Therefore, it is normal to sacrifice precision to increase the power of the spell - after all, the dragon's magic resistance is too high, so this is also a professional spell against dragons?

Just as Eren was analyzing the spell, the Stuna Charm shot like a rocket into the dark night sky, and the sparks that burst out fell like showers on the thick scaly skin of the eight dragons—

The nearest dragon stood staggering on its hind legs, its mouth wide open and a silent roar, the flames in its nostrils suddenly extinguished, but still smoking—and then, slowly, slowly, slowly. The strong, blackened, multi-ton dragon crashed to the ground, bringing up a small amount of dust and a loud noise.

Alan could clearly hear Harry's speeding heartbeat around him - though he didn't say it explicitly, anyone could have guessed that the school wasn't here to open a zoo with these dragons.

By the time Eren playfully looked in the direction of Harry's invisibility, the dragon tamer had lowered his wand and walked towards the fallen dragon, and he hurriedly tightened his chains, fastened them to the iron pillars, and nailed them deep into the ground with his wand.

Hagrid's side didn't even have time to wait to confirm safety, and hurriedly said something to Madame Maxim, so he led Madame Maxim towards the inside of the venue, and Alan also pulled Harry and walked straight over.

He had just recognized an acquaintance, the wizard who was shouting at Hagrid, Charlie, who had given up on the team's recruitment on the eve of graduation and resolutely chose to pursue the dragon.

Well, to be honest, he really wanted to ask Charlie something at the moment.

Well, Charlie, what, there's a curious question - when will there be half-dragons in the wizarding world?

Considering his friendship with Charlie - he shouldn't have been killed, probably?

However, this is obviously not the time to catch up on the past - not to mention how Madame Maxime would react when she found out that her date was actually with two light bulbs, but according to the rules, they must not know what they are going to face before the game, and Alan must not show up.

It was almost useless for him to know this in advance, but now that he was there, it meant that Hagrid had made a serious mistake - a considerable nuisance if he were to be held accountable by the other schools.

Therefore, Alan could only give up the idea of introducing Zhen Zhibing, an oriental figure, to Charlie for the time being.

Just as he was feeling sorry for himself, Charlie had already met with Hagrid—"How's it going, Hagrid?" Charlie gasped and trotted over to Hagrid, "they should be fine now, we gave them sleeping pills, so they fell asleep all the way when they came." ”

Charlie spread his hands: "We thought they would feel better when they woke up in the quiet of the night—but, as you can see, they're not happy, not at all—"

It's over, judging from Charlie's expression-rich face, Alan has a vague worry that his ridicule will come true...

You know, theoretically, there should be no possibility of hybrid between giants and humans, but at the moment two half-blood giants are in front of them - uh, if it looks like this, oh...

Just when Allen was giving Charlie some indescribable pictures in his heart, Charlie suddenly sneezed.

"Hey, Charlie, how are you—do you have a cold?"

"Probably a little, but nothing, I've been at Hogwarts for seven years—" He complied, turning his head to look at Hagrid, "Oh—where did we just go?"

"Well, speaking of the kinds of these guys - they're so pretty. ”

"That's right, they're all good - they're real dragons, not the names of the dragon-bearing raw materials that people use to confuse people's judgments, but just captive creatures with dragon blood. Charlie proudly said to Hagrid, "You know, they have a very long breeding period, so every dragon egg is strictly forbidden to appear in the market. ”

"Alan—Charlie just said this was a real fire dragon?" Harry asked in a whisper, and although he couldn't find Alan, he was sure that Eren was right next to him.

"Of course—do you think the liver of a dragon like the one guarded by Gringotts would be sent to a pharmacy and sold for Ezekor for extra money?" Alan whispered, "Isn't it common for Hagrid to let you see dragon eggs when you're in your first year?"

"But we still have dragon skin gloves when we go to school?"

"It's the same, they're all half-bloods, but they're mixed with dragon blood, and those guys who are in captivity have a certain generation of ancestors who are dragons. Otherwise, how many dragons would have to die every year for the little wizard to enter the school—if it was so good, how could all the goblins who were all about money let it guard the treasury?"

"So we're going to face such a beast?" Harry made a distinctly saliva-throating sound.

"Don't worry, see the dragon tamers over there, right?" Alan pointed to the many wizards who were busy over there, and then realized that Harry couldn't see him at all, and then quickly added: "It's the dragon tamers over there, after graduating from school with high grades, and then they have to go through years of training before they can really get started—they learned all the knowledge of dragons and the magic that they have specially studied for dragons during that time, and then, as you just saw, seven or eight people can subdue a mad fire dragon." ”

"So, rest assured - under normal circumstances, a newly graduated wizard will never be able to subdue a dragon, so when you encounter a mad dragon in the wild, be sure to retreat quickly, because if you retreat late, you will be lucky enough to get a bed out of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. ”

"Then what if you can't hide if it's slow?"

"Oh, then, don't be cowardly, keep it in the eye, and smash it down with your most powerful and best spell. ”

"But aren't they very difficult to deal with?

"Well, it's more dignified to die that way. ”

For a moment, Harry was almost blocked from under the invisibility cloak by Alan's words—he gave up on continuing to communicate for the time being, and began to silently look at Hagrid.

However, Eren was clearly not one to dig holes, and he was quick to add, "Actually, if you're on the right head and the dragon isn't wary enough of you, there's a spell that will give you time to escape safely—though it's dangerous." ”

"Their weakness is in their eyes—an eye spell can make them human. That doesn't mean they're ineffective, it makes them even more crazy - so you'll have to be able to run away quickly after that, or you'll be able to die as dignified as you can, as I said earlier. ”

Harry was apparently overjoyed by the dignified death that Alan brought up again at the end, and instead of responding, he looked at Charlie - the twist was clearly captured by Allen.

But unfortunately, what he saw was not something that made people happy.

Because Harry saw Charlie expressing his concerns to Hagrid—"I wish he was safe after this danger." Charlie looked at the field where the dragon was kept, and said with a heavy heart.

"I didn't even dare tell my mom what Harry was going to do on the first project. Mom was already flustered about him......" Charlie mimicked his mother's anxious voice, "'How could they let him go to that tournament, he's so young!' I thought they were all right, I thought there would be an age cut-off!' Mom burst into tears after the Daily Prophet article about Harry was published. 'He's still crying for his parents!Oh, God forbid, I don't know anything about it!'"

Although what Charlie said is very touching, but looking at the current scene, it is very heart-wrenching...

"Let's go, Alan—" Harry finally whispered.

"Let's go—I guess Hagrid's soul won't be able to come back, so let him finish this date properly." Alan shrugged his shoulders in response.

Harry didn't respond, but it was clear that he agreed with the statement.

The two of them quietly left the area with the fire dragon one after the other, and walked towards the school's castle.

"Stop, Harry. Alan grabbed Harry as he turned a tree, "Look over there, next to the tree to the west. ”

There, a goatee stood out in the moonlight—it was Karkaroff, and the man facing him was the headmaster of Brazil, Jock.

The two were laughing awkwardly at each other at the moment, and then they didn't know what they were exchanging words, and walked in the direction that Alan and the others had left before.

"Oh my God, what are they doing at such a late hour?"

"Do you still need to ask," Alan undisguised himself and leaned against the tree to look over there: "It's a good day, they're going to cheat in a group." ”